“Because you’re not the first parent to call about a child bathing the moment they get home.”

I drove to the school with the torn fabric sealed in a sandwich bag on the passenger seat, like evidence from a crime I didn’t want to name. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel. Every red light felt unbearable.

At the front office, there was no small talk. The secretary led me straight to the principal’s office, where Principal Dana Morris and the school counselor, Ms. Chloe Reyes, were waiting. Both looked exhausted—the kind of tired that comes from holding secrets that weigh too much.

Principal Morris glanced at the bag in my hand. “You found something in the drain,” she said gently.

I swallowed. “This came from Sophie’s uniform. And there’s… there’s a stain.”

Ms. Reyes nodded, as if she had been expecting exactly that. “Mrs. Hart,” she said carefully, “we’ve had reports that several students are being encouraged to ‘wash up immediately’ after school. Some were told it was part of a ‘cleanliness program.’”

My chest tightened. “Encouraged by who?”

Principal Morris hesitated, then said, “A staff member. Not a teacher. Someone assigned to the after-school pickup area.”

My stomach twisted. “You mean an adult has been telling kids to bathe?”

Ms. Reyes leaned forward, her voice calm and gentle. “We need to ask something difficult. Has Sophie mentioned a ‘health check’? Being told her clothes were dirty, being given wipes, or being asked not to tell parents?”

My mind jumped to Sophie’s rehearsed smile. “I just like to be clean.”

“No,” I whispered. “She hasn’t said anything. She barely talks lately.”

Principal Morris slid a folder across the desk. Inside were anonymized notes—stories that were horrifyingly similar. Children describing a man with a staff badge telling them they had “stains” or “smelled,” guiding them to a side bathroom near the gym, handing them paper towels, sometimes tugging at their clothes “to check.” He warned them, “If your parents find out, you’ll get in trouble.”

I felt sick. “That’s grooming,” I said, my voice shaking.

Ms. Reyes nodded. “We believe so.”

I forced myself to breathe. “Why wasn’t this stopped sooner?”

Principal Morris’s eyes filled. “We suspended him yesterday while investigating. But we didn’t have physical evidence. The kids were scared. Some parents assumed it was about hygiene. We needed something concrete.”

I looked down at the fabric again, my throat burning. “So Sophie was trying to wash it away.”

Ms. Reyes spoke softly. “Children often bathe immediately after something invasive because they feel contaminated. It’s not about being dirty. It’s about trying to regain control.”

Tears spilled before I could stop them. “What do you need from me?”

Principal Morris replied, “We want to speak with Sophie today, with you present, somewhere safe. Law enforcement has already been contacted.”

My hands clenched. “Where is she right now?”

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